#Reconciliation Week

[ppaleoartistgallery]

Protemnodon viator for Reconciliation Week

Protemnodon viator was a large quadrupedal kangaroo which inhabited Australia from the Pliocene to the late Pleistocene

this #ReconciliationWeek, I want everyone to remember something:

Australia has been inhabited by Aboriginal Australians for at the very least 65,000 years. When we remove their traditional knowledge we quite literally damage the land they once lived in freely, the bushfires over east are a testimate to that.

They've been taking care of country and passing on the oldest continuous knowledge for far longer than the colonisers who usurped them even existed, if anybody is the rightful owners of this country it's the people who have been coexisting with its flora and fauna for centuries.

For the Australians following me, I highly recommend you look at what mob's country you're on, try to learn some of the language if you have the time (I'm privileged to be on Noongar boodja where the Noongar language is still actively spoken).

Non-Australians following me, I suggest you take a look at whether or not you're situated on first nations land, learn the history of the first people of the land, not the history of the people who usurped it. Even learn some of the language if you have the time.

What's important to remember is that we still benefit from colonisation, the bare minimum of what we should be doing to atone for the sins of the past is reconciliation. Acknowledging country at the start of important events, knowing the land you're on, etc. it's all important.

[tseecka]

Had the opportunity this evening to share in the wisdom and learn from the lived experiences of some very powerful speakers and knowledge keepers, while participating in a virtual beading circle. We have done, through colonialism and cultural genocide, so much harm; and there is so much fucking work to do.

[alena-draws]

My contributions to the vashwood society consist of scribbles I did during playing a zombie tabletop game with my family. The game is fun! We died the first times but did manage to finally beat the zombies later on.

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

Thinking about kaveh’s newly found confidence in his relationship with alhaitham, in that he can openly talk about things with ease, such as seemingly mundane things such as his day, while previously personal information was not been shared between them due to their strained rapport and kaveh’s unease with how he fits into alhaitham’s life, such as kaveh going to the desert during the archon quest and not telling alhaitham. Previously viewing himself as a hindrance in alhaitham’s space, taking on all the household chores out of guilt, now kaveh actively takes up the space, both in the house and in alhaitham’s day.

Kaveh sits on the table in the living room because he feels comfortable in their living space, he feels comfortable to do so, as well as sharing wine, and snacks, because he knows alhaitham won’t reject him. they share their evenings together, kaveh buys coffee beans for the two to try together, kaveh buys wine for them to drink together at home, kaveh talks about things of interest in his day, which alhaitham shows active interest in – which is such a contrast to their previous rapport, in which kaveh avoided being upfront with alhaitham due to his perception of alhaitham as critical or judgemental and ultimately misunderstanding him

kaveh doesn’t think twice about picking up research on the temple of silence with alhaitham, despite how it mirrors their past thesis of king deshret and how it manifested in their differences pushing them apart, he openly offers to help alhaitham – in fact, he doesn’t even ask, he hears alhaitham’s unspoken request and responds to it in kind, agreeing to combine their efforts where they had previously rejected each other

when alhaitham excuses himself from the gathering at puspa’s café, saying that it’s him ‘done for the day’, kaveh follows this up with asking alhaitham if they should head to the house of daena before returning home. Kaveh is confident in his position as a priority in alhaitham’s life, whereas before, he couldn’t understand what alhaitham wanted from him, but here, kaveh understands that alhaitham simply wants kaveh’s presence – kaveh is assured enough in this to separate himself from alhaitham’s excuse to leave the gathering, he states ‘should we’, coupling himself with alhaitham, as he knows alhaitham won’t reject him – and alhaitham doesn’t reject him at all, in fact he shares the same mind as kaveh, stating ‘my thoughts exactly’ in the two leaving the company of the party, and heading home together. The two now have shared, aligned priorities – each other, and this is known between them

kaveh is all too aware of their differences, believing them to be mirror opposites, but, unlike alhaitham, he previously believed them to be ultimately misaligned – having opposing views to never intersect, whereas alhaitham believed that kaveh, as his mirror, was integral to the enhancement of his world and of his character. Now, kaveh has not only accepted himself as alhaitham’s mirror, seeing the benefit in the two of them finally working together once more, but also is comfortable with this, with this importance that he has in alhaitham’s life. rather than being guilt ridden about the burden he perceives he places on alhaitham, he accepts and enjoys alhaitham’s regard of him, as now this is an expressly mutual sentiment.

Kaveh is now confident in alhaitham’s esteem of him, his care, his intentions. he knows how tenuous their relationship was and the harm they caused each other, and he’s accepted this, and he’s moved on, alongside alhaitham, and together they’re building something familiar, and completely new, for themselves. Rather than rejecting alhaitham out of pride for his scholarly principles and any lingering hurt, he has accepted alhaitham, the other side of the mirror, and in this, he has accepted himself, and now, he can finally make steps to move on, to better himself, alongside alhaitham

[minthe-drawings]

'Luckily for Scarlett, no matter what tempo, style, or pattern played--'

[so-that-was-okay]

I haven't seen 807 yet but I've read some spoilers. Them talking about hurdles and fighting or not for their relationship was way ahead of the story. Oliver talked about that making it sound like it was something happening in 806 but he was in fact talking about the coming episodes, not just one 🙄

This on top of the "exit interviews" really misled us. I think they had all this already planned but the journos hijacked the narrative of the show.

Interesting.

[lynxfrost13]

Do you guys think Holt and Storch Sieben ever hatefucked

[dalloneveryday]

day 195. sorry for missing yesterday😭

[wangxianficrecs]

Visitations by Vir_Abelasan

Visitations

by Vir_Abelasan

M, WIP, 18k, Wangxian

Summary: "Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry." And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine. "We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan." Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door. Kay's comments: An @angstymdzsthoughts inspired Corporate Espionage AU and one I enjoy very much and find myself re-reading every few months because it's just that good. In which Wangxian were married in the past and had A-Yuan, but then Wei Wuxian was tried for corporate espionage against the Lans. They were forced to get divorced, Wei Wuxian went to prison and lost custody and evertyhing went horrible, but at least he had the Wens by his side and now, five years later, his innocence is finally proven and everyone has to learn how to live with that and has to decide how to go forwards. The hurt/comfort and angst is strong with this one and just perfection. Bonus shout-out for He Su and his role, really enjoyed how this character was integrated in the story! Excerpt: The moment Lan Wangji opens the door - mindful of the throngs of people and press still milling about at the end of the trials - A-Yuan runs towards Wei Ying, a blur of white and blue that hits Wei Ying's chest with a loud off and a bright laugh from his baba. For a moment, Lan Wangji is struck with the thought that the last time Wei Ying sees A-Yuan, the boy had only came up to his stomach, and not the willowy pre-teen that he is now. "Baba," A-Yuan's voice is wet and garbled, hands fisted on the stiff black of Wei Ying's blazer. His A-Yuan, who never cried when he has a fever, or when he fell down, or when Shufu's words are particularly demanding and biting. His A-Yuan buries himself on the safe cradle of Wei Ying's arms and crumbles. "Baba-" A-Yuan hiccups, then sobs back into Wei Ying's chest "I missed you so much." "Oh, my little radish," Wei Ying is crying too, unabashed and unashamed, fingers gentle on A-Yuan's hair, smoothing the unseen creases of their son's white shirt, "Baba has missed you so much too. If your A-Die's family is alright with it, then we'll work out something so we can meet regularly, alright? Would you like that, A-Yuan?" Lan Wangji barely manages to snap out of his own head, something caving in painfully inside him at Wei Ying's words. For Wei Ying to think that he won't be allowed, even now, to meet his son - But hadn't Lan Wangji sat by, all those five years when Wei Ying and A-Yuan was denied each other? Hadn't he agreed with Uncle and Brother that it would be safer, simpler, kinder for A-Yuan and the Lan family to keep Wei Ying away from their lives?

pov alternating, modern setting, modern no powers, post-divorce, reconciliation, father-son relationship, families of choice, angst and hurt/comfort, sad, custody arrangements, past abuse, past xiyao, angstymdzsthoughts, healing, hurt/comfort

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[blutopaz15]

comfortable (or spoons, explicit edition)

rated e, 4.2k

canon s4/s5 ages...don’t like, don’t read!

“Are you, uh…comfortable getting more comfortable?” he asks, finding some words at least as he pulls at his gloves and cuffs, his eyes wandering: to the dirt, to the fire, to the sky…to her. “With me?”

Read on AO3

[blood-choke]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i'm doing my best to finish ch3 for halloween. cutting it very close. having flashbacks to college procrastination and finishing an essay and submitting it at 11:59pm. i'm doing my best! i got some feedback from a friend on this conversation that's been taking up most of my time & i'm feeling pretty comfortable now which has allowed me to really get into a rhythm. everyone cross your fingies and pray

[roguetelepaths]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Odo & OC, OC & OC Characters: Original Vorta Characters, Odo (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Founder/Vorta Dynamics, Vorta Culture, Worldbuilding Heavy Series: Part 6 of Reconciliation Timeline Summary:

Cerin meets another Vorta Aspirant in training, and decides that something must be done about the way he's being treated. Takes place in the Reconciliation Timeline, but a couple years after the point we're currently at in the main story.

For Dominion Week 8/26 - Striving for Perfection.

[destinysbounty]

Me: hey we should come up with original ideas sometime

My brain: no wait actually what if you came up with another Zane-turns-human wip that features Zane turning human at some point and having a strange scar running down his face, that he later realizes is representative of when his face fell off during his battle against the Overlord. And what if we used this scar as a very over-the-top metaphor for how Zane becoming human has forced him to confront all the trauma he's been repressing bc humans cant just delete their memories, so everything hes been bottling up for the past several decades is breaking out all at once - and this is represented by a death scar. Because no matter how hard Zane tries to put on a mask of being happy and calm and well-composed, its just that - a mask. And now that his deleted memories are flodding back, that facade is slipping, and the cracks are starting to show, both emotionally and physically. Cmon you know you wanna write another au like that

Me, beating back all 140+ of my human!zane aus of that exact premise with a baseball bat: no! No! Bad brain! Stop being melodramatic about legos!!

[kaeyapilled]

girls after reading the most heart wrenching earth shattering heavy angst with a hopeful ending kaeya-centric fic while at school and having to sit perfectly normal afterwards as if they aren't absolutely losing their mind rn

[lovinggreeniehours]

okay okay before s4 release i was thinking about arc 2 renata earlier and like. based on my initial idea, renata is much more reluctant to leave, and he tries his best to leave chrome a subtle apology as he's attacking them. However i also thought what if i make it so much worse because renata didn't stay because he was paranoid of surveillance catching him and forcing him to go back (the constructs' minds being connected to this). naturally he's mostly being, well. paranoid. but could you imagine if he was SERIOUS while attacking them. him being so afraid that he couldn't trust anything anymore that he actually threatens them likeee,,, on one hand renachrome ow, on the other hand,,,,,mmmmmmm angst,,,

[chuu-huahua]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHUUYA

chuuya is so babygirl that he gets his own birthday post (dw dazai gets one too in june lol). slay ig

tw: fire? from a candle?? / dark era spoilers / mentions of alcohol because chuuya likes wine

he didn’t celebrate his birthday a lot, both in the sheep and in the mafia. prices weren’t low when he was younger, and he didn’t nearly have enough time to take a day off to relax from the bloodshed and fighting around him

so when he found a small cake sitting in his fridge that evening, with a small yellow sticky note with a handwriting he was way too familiar with, all he could do was smile. the stupid mackerel had gotten him a cake. it even contained alcohol. stupid bandage wasting machine…

and surprisingly, mori waved him off when he came over to submit his mission report that morning, telling him to take the day off and “enjoy his youth” (his words, not chuuya’s), slipping a paper containing red crayon marks wording something along the lines of “i’ll kill you”, whatever that meant, under his own piles of endless paperwork

so, he spent the rest of his day lounging around in his penthouse, savouring the rum flavoured slice of cake his ex-partner had gotten him (of course he checked for poison; it wouldn’t do him any good to drop dead on the floor of his house before he could even submit his mission report to mori), and nursing the glass of wine from a bottle he had stored away for some time now. the sun was starting to set, bathing the land with its warm oranges and reds and yellows, and the buildings around him were coated in golden light

his shoulders had finally loosened up from writing endless reports and tending to mountains of paperwork after a while, so when he received a phone call from kouyou telling him to come over for some business, his sigh cut through the comfortable silence that had mixed into the atmosphere of his living room

but when he arrived at the oh so familiar traditional japanese style house his ane-san resided at, the surprise was clear on his face when he slid open the door to come face to face with the ginger from the black lizard. kouyou was not too far behind him, going through the entire tea ceremony with grace akin to swans, the aroma of the fresh warm beverage now wafting through the entire estate. now that he looked behind tachihara, he could see higuchi and hirotsu, as well as the akutagawa siblings

his ane-san called him over, instructing him to sit down with her on the tatami mats that still bathed in the gold of the setting sun. a cup of tea was placed in front of him, as well as a small black box. blowing softly over the top of the cup before placing it to his lips, chuuya almost choked when he opened the box to reveal a brand new pair of black gloves. his current ones were worn and creased over the years of use, as well as the countless washings it went through to clean off the blood of his enemies. the people around him could only smile at the shock on his face, some giggling at his wide eyed look

so when he stretches the new leather over his hands and wiggles his fingers, the familiar warmth of his old glove is replaced with a new comfort that wraps his hand, and the warmth in his chest burns like an inferno

although he lost the sheep when he was younger, seeing the smiles on the faces of the people surrounding him as they bring out a cake from kouyou’s fridge makes the emotions in his chest swirl like the storms and tornadoes; if he had never met dazai, he would probably have never met the people who were singing him a birthday song (his very first one) and using the lighter from his pocket (when had they even got hold of it?) to light the tiny wax candle that stood proudly on the cream 

as he made his wish and blew out the candles, he could almost feel the hairs at the back of his neck standing, as if they too could tell that there was a certain brown haired detective toasting a glass of cheap sake to him from his own apartment

some PROFESSIONAL SQUASH PLAYER DAZAI content too <3

a kiss on the lips. 

that was what japan’s number one national squash player had gifted him for his birthday, right after he stepped out of the court, all sweaty from the movement and with his racket still gripped tightly in his hand. 

sure, the frame of the eyewear had pressed against his forehead rather harshly; sure, the mackerel had sweat dripping all over him from the exhaustive game he just had; sure, their teeth had knocked together when their lips connected. but chuuya could not deny that his skin shone as bright as his hair, the back of his hand pressed to his pursed lips, sharp blue eyes following the taller figure as he skipped off to find his manager. 

he continued to stare at the back of the exercise shirt that had gotten slightly see-through with the sweat running down the man’s back, but his shoulders visibly flinched when dazai turned to look back at him, eyes shining with mirth. happy birthday, he mouthed, before giggling cheekily and trailing after the man with sleek black hair that led him away, leaving chuuya to continue feeling the intense burn of his cheeks.